Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Azerbaijan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Neu! to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Bananas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joensuu 1685,
The Techniques,
Nico,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Blues Magoos,
Fluxion,
Flash Fearless,
Mo-Dettes,
Glenn Branca,
Moebius,
Alton Ellis,
Duran Duran,
Saccharine Trust,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric Dolphy,
New Order,
Jacob Miller,
Arcadia,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Offenders,
Camberwell Now,
Reuben Wilson,
Nik Kershaw,
Hasil Adkins,
The Velvet Underground,
Youth Brigade,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric Copeland,
Jandek,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
X-102,
The Standells,
Terry Callier,
Ronnie Foster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Divine Comedy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yusef Lateef,
Sam Rivers,
Max Romeo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Invisible,
This Heat,
Reagan Youth,
KRS-One,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alice Coltrane,
Lindisfarne,
The Moody Blues,
Hot Snakes,
Television,
The Count Five,
48th St. Collective,
PIL,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barry Ungar,
Mark Hollis,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.